Title: Trying to Find a Light

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, names, places, anything from World Wrestling Entertainment Inc. I do not own any songs that come up in this story, they are chosen from shuffling my iTunes or one that simply pops into my head. Those will be the chapter titles in case there is any confusion.

A/N: I really have to thank ultimatexbarbie for being the muse behind this story and for giving me the privilege to write it. Obviously it has been some time since I wrote anything, years in fact. But most of that has a good reason attached. Really though, the inspiration from her video about these two hit me like a Mac truck. I wanted to beg her for the opportunity to write it, but didn't want to come off like a total looney tune. So anyways this is for her and for anybody who just finds this pair as amusing as I do. I will try to regularly update once a week if possible. Enjoy. :)

It was the sweetest ambrosia he had ever felt. How was it possible? His mind flew back to the first time he had ever constricted his hand into a fist, white knuckles resulting from how tight he held his fingers in his palm. He drew back and then made contact with the face of a bully he had finally had enough of. That was the first time he ever hit someone. The first time he felt an engaging power surge through his body. The first time he drew blood and felt it trickling down his fingers and forearm. He never knew he possessed such strength within himself to do such a thing. But he liked it and relished in the rush it gave him every time. The happiness that surged through him every damn time he was pummeling someone.

So what the hell was happening now?

He pulled back gently, afraid to open his eyes. His hands never the leaving the small of her slender tan skinned back. So soft, like a feather, gentle, and to be caressed rather than beaten. He had never felt this way, so out of breath like after a strenuous cardio routine from just a simple intimate endeavor he had no idea he was capable of. She had asked him a question, hadn't she? Right. He needed to answer her. Rather than thinking of something plausible however, he couldn't, he could only say the first thought that entered his mind.

"I never thought it was a possibility," he finally uttered, more for himself then for her. Suddenly he felt relieved, and though it puzzled him even more he liked the feeling. The weight of the world disappearing from his shoulders that he didn't even know he possessed. He was being honest…brutally honest in fact. He always was though. He never lied because he didn't see the point. He wasn't raised to, though he understood human beings often had the choice too if the situation arose. But he never did. Getting lost in his mind further perhaps he was a hundred percent sure he didn't lie to anyone; however he never considered the possibility that he could have lied to himself.

"The thought never really crossed your mind?" she questioned, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. His façade had never broken in the brief time that she knew him, or rather knew 'of' him. He always carried himself above others. Always believed he was the best and maybe that could be the underlying reason why he was so successful. Because he had mastered psychology, believe you're the best and you will be. She knew he truly believed that, his confidence being one of the few things she could admire about him. In the back of her mind however there were some things she couldn't.

One month earlier…

Everything was supposed to be perfect.

Things were supposed to come easy for her. The perfect high metabolism combined with intense workouts and a healthy diet were what gave her a sculpted to die for body.

The make-up she wore was always perfect. Highlighting her features rather than hiding them. She'd be stunning with or without it.

That perfect bleach blonde waterfall of locks that fell down her back was the envy of every woman and the pleasure of any man who ever got a chance to smell it let alone touch it.

Even her damn nails were the picture of perfection with white acrylics the same shade as the teeth within her perfect smile.

Everything was supposed to be perfect.

Everything.

Sadly, Kelly Kelly was beginning to believe she would never have that perfect world. Maybe she was just unlucky and showed up in the wrong place at the wrong damn time. She had a knack for that and it was the most fucking annoying thing about her. The sense of timing was always off. Had she walked back to the locker room a few minutes earlier, or hell a few later, maybe she could have saved herself.

But no because Kelly Kelly had to have the worst timing…always!

Before her eyes, locked in a tight, passionate embrace was her best friend Eve Torres and her boyfriend, John Cena.

She wanted to vomit. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. Anything. Anything than what she was currently doing. Standing there watching the pair engaged in a game of tonsil hockey. The same thing she had been doing only a mere twenty four hours before she arrived in the windy city of Chicago, leaving John to drive from their previous location while she caught a flight.

"I'll be seeing you in Chicago baby," he had said with a pleased grin after lightly touching her lips with his a final time before releasing her to board the plane.

"I'll be seeing you."

Surely God was not so cruel to give her the destiny of what she was witnessing currently. Little did she know however that there was another set of eyes watching the scene play out, and watching her reaction.

She was cold as stone.

Fucking Hell!